My Magic Carpet
There was a time when I thought everything would be good again.
There was a time when I thought everything would fall into place, when my heart soared and I felt giddy with an overdose of hope.
Happiness can be a dangerous thing.
I, Mokuba Kaiba of all people, soon realized that happiness is like a magic carpet. It's all great, you would soar on wings that just weren't your own. But eventually, your magic carpet gets pulled out right from under you, leaving you in the middle of a vast desert without anything left.
Because it's ripped, and all the pretty colors have faded, until it becomes a washed out parody of what it once was.
It doesn't hurt me so much any more, not like it did when I was seven, not like it was when I thought I was happy, but then everything came crashing down before me.
Happiness isn't something concrete.
Hate and sadness can blow happiness away like a short gust of wind, like a wave of a magic wand...a cloud of pink smoke and then its gone, leaving you to wonder why you're stupid enough to take the bait, over and over.
But I need happiness, I need it for me, for my friends, and for my brother.
So every time my magic carpet tears, I patch it up as quickly as I can with tears blurring my vision.
And then I climb right back onto it, and hold on tighter this time to make sure it doesn't get blown away, that I don't get blown away.
But holding on tighter never helps, it just makes your joints ache longer when you finally get pulled away.
But I persevere, I always do.
I always walk right back to it, climb right back onto it with broken legs, and wait while my wounds heal, while the tears in my carpet of happiness piece together again.
And I talk and laugh and do eveything I do, just to hold on to that ugly scrap of carpet longer.
And I hold onto you, Seto, because even if I don't have a magic carpet, I always have you, and you're a damn good replacement.
-The End-